Figuring out where you’re going matters profoundly if you’re serious about reaching somewhere interesting. The more interesting your intended destination, the less precisely you can account for how you’re going to get there, and the less likely it is that the arrival will reveal something extraordinarily special and sublime.
The fact is, cultures require different organs to function as one body.
The moment your last success convinces you that your next effort is going to be a hit is the moment you’re doomed.
Ideas are only lasting if they can be captured and preserved. Everything is ephemeral, and there’s no way to get anything back once it disappears.
A close up is the ultimate special effect, the trope that asks our complicity in telling a story so that it matters.
It’s a terrific development in human history that so many people should have the means and mechanisms to create images and sounds and words, but the dilution of importance for the best of those creations threatens the value and continuity of the whole enterprise.
To be clear, multi-tasking in the great fallacy of the age. Nonetheless, people continue to talk themselves into believing that it works, that they can do it.
What if that seemingly irrelevant shot, blurry and showing no discernible subject, is the downstream neurological spark of some elegant surrealistic moment?
Musicians are making music because music needs to be made. Music between news stories may be interstitial elements for many people, but for those who play to keep the world turning, those music bumpers are the main reason for the show.